A Burial One Afternoon

It is not often that I attended burials, and if I did, it would be for one reason: To pay my last respects to the dead.

But today was different: They would be burying the man who, while still living, had often considered me his enemy.

Indeed I was, for I was the essence of everything that he had fought against, both in morals and religion. He had despised my teetotalism, criticized my scripture-quoting sermons, belittled my warnings about hell, laughed at my preaching about heaven. He would mimic me, or make fun of my gestures. It was he who once accused me of being a subversive, but I was thankful that only he believed his story– the rest of them did not. As a result of his gossips, many attended my lectures. I was thankful too that he had become my best recruiter. (Posted by Ed Maquiling) Read more….